Dine at the field of stakes

The Impalers dream ends at dusk, a loop line of realities awaits the weary

An encounter on higher grounds, the four horsemen gets to vent their inner most wicked goals and ambitions as the seasons flow by

To be strong while engulfed in the flames of wrath is the reality of the ape man.

To be strong as the eternal blade cuts you on two

Hide, the forgotten cave at the end of the labyrinth gives entry to those who suffers

It’s black open entrance gapes, an invitation to stop at nothing until you have found what you came for

In it’s pressing stillness suffering is enlightenment few have dared to taste

Dweller of the deep, release your useless wisdom

Wanderer of the lost, bring your lodestar down

Hermit of the mindless, set yourself alight

Vagabond of burned bridges, your remorse is futile

The Impalers dream begins at dawn, a loopline of realities wearies the waiting

The curse lingers as a black tranquility keeps the hunger at a distance

At the bottom of the pit, down is a way out for he who seek, only then will he know how he became

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